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Written as an assignment and for the February Event (Teamwork) over on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Challenges & Assignments)
Task: Write about misplaced love
Extra Prompt: (Word) Desire
Pairing: Hermione/Alastor
Teamwork Prompts: (Word) Devoted/Devotion, (dialogue) "I think anybody who falls in love is a freak. It's a crazy thing to do. It's kind of like a form of socially acceptable insanity."
Gringotts: Pairing: Hermione/Alastor; Nouns - Freak, Focus, Object, Affection, Office, Bag, Excuse, Lap, Touch, Toilet, Seat, Image; Adjectives – Crazy, First, Greatest, Dark, Perfect, Dirty; Verbs – Declare, Come, Witness, Feel; Compound Words – Anything, Herself, Without, Into; Homophones – Sight, To, See, No [31]
Word Count: 501
Hopelessly Devoted To You
Her devotion to him was strong, stronger than anything she had every thought it humanly possible to feel for another person.
"All I'm saying is that I think anybody who falls in love is a freak. It's a crazy thing to do. It's kind of like a form of socially acceptable insanity." Ron said to her, carrying on with his rant about Ginny and her first boyfriend. The same boyfriend that Ron had the misfortune of hearing Ginny declare her love for earlier that week.
Hermione barely registered what one of her best friends had just said. Her focus was completely consumed by the man who had just breezed by her and her friends
Alastor Moody: The greatest dark wizard catcher of his age, and the object of Hermione's undying affection and admiration.
Her eyes followed him down the corridor and into his office.
Without saying so much a 'see you later' to her friends, Hermione set off down the corridor after him as she rooted through her bag for her most recent Defence Against the Dark Arts essay that she had dropped a mark on. After all no one would question her going to see her Professor about an essay, and it was the perfect excuse for her to spend some time in his presence.
As soon as she reached his office, Hermione knocked quietly on the door, and waited. There was no answer but she could hear quiet murmurs coming from the other side.
After dithering outside his office for a few minutes, she placed her hand on the door handle and pulled it down. After all hadn't Professor Moody told the entire class that his door was always open should any of them wish to come and see him?
As she pushed the door open the murmuring she had heard from outside the door sounded more like moans of desire and need.
Even though Hermione knew she would probably witness something she shouldn't, curiosity got the better of her and she peeped around the door.
The sight that greeted her sent a pang to her heart.
How she wished it was her sitting on his lap in that moment; to be the one his lips were pressed against; to be the one experiencing his touch.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she turned around and fled from the office, not bothering to close the door behind her.
The image of Professor Moody entwined in a passionate embrace with Professor Vector was burned onto her mind.
Whilst it caused her heartache to know that he was getting down and dirty with the Arithmancy Professor, Hermione still longer for Alastor, and if anything it only made her want the man more – if that was even possible.
Hermione turned a sharp corner and entered the bathroom, entering the nearest cubicle. As she sat on top of toilet seat with her head in her hands, the fifteen year old witch finally admitted to herself that she was hopelessly devoted to her professor.
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